A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 211 Incense Incense Case (211)

Pei Jingning lifted up his robe and knelt down, "Your Majesty, I am willing..." Before he could finish his words, Emperor Long Qi reached out to stop him.

He looked at the emperor expectantly.

Emperor Longqi had a headache, "Don't be impatient now. King Han thinks this way, but the Queen Mother disagrees, so we'll talk about the final outcome of this matter later. You first have to settle the Dragon Boat Festival with Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites."

Pei Jingning knew that the emperor was a little impatient, so he suppressed the words that were about to burst out from his heart and said respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Emperor Long Qi waved his hand, "Go down."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Pei Jingning turned around and exited the political palace. Just as he was about to step out, Emperor Long Qi asked quietly from behind him, "Do you have to marry me?"

Pei Jingning quickly turned around, raised his hands and saluted, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Emperor Long Qi shook his head, "The man named Ye is really not worthy of you!" He felt pity for his nephew.

Pei Jingning disagreed with the emperor's statement, but seeing the tired look in the emperor's eyes, he knew that it was not appropriate to talk about this matter today, so he could only express his determination first, "Back to the Holy Emperor, Zi Qian doesn't want to be around. He just wants to marry the person he likes." Husband and wife, this is how we can live together in this world."

If he was a man who could make ends meet, he would have gotten married under the arrangement of his parents long ago, and he would still have to wait until he was 24 years old before getting married. Although the King of Han 25 did not have a main wife, he had many side concubines, concubines, and concubines.

If the Queen Mother didn't agree, he almost lost Yeats. Pei Jingning's sense of urgency suddenly rose. He strode out of the palace. No, he had to go home and talk to his parents and let them enter the palace quickly. Whether it was to persuade Long Emperor Qi still had to move around when he revealed that he liked Yeats in front of the Queen Mother.

Until they left the imperial city.

Pei Jingning sobered up a lot after being blown by the scent of locust trees in May. How could King Han want to marry Yeats? Would he like a daughter of a petty official with no power or help?
Based on Pei Jingning's understanding of King Han, it should be impossible, so why did he ask the Queen Mother to marry him?

Yeats and others did not know how small the small temple was. They had not arrived until noon. Adults could take a break from hunger, but children could not bear it. The group stopped to find a roadside snack shop for lunch.

Mrs. Teng did not expect that the small temple was so far away, so she said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I've made you tired."

Yeats waved his hand, "Sister-in-law, you're welcome."

The words "sister-in-law" instantly shortened the distance between the two women. Teng Yao was beaming with joy.

Teng Chong's son Teng Qi ran towards Ye Zhi as soon as he got off the carriage. If my mother hadn't talked to Uncle Ye, he would have hugged Uncle Ye's lap.

"Uncle Ye——" Teng Qi said in a crisp voice, and pulled Yeats away from my mother impatiently, "Uncle Ye, tell me about a magical and interesting case!"

Yeats smiled and asked him to take his hand, "Okay, let me tell you something."

Of course, Yeats couldn't tell about cases in the adult world. She told fairy tales about detectives. They were obviously very simple, but the children loved listening to them. Teng Qi listened with gusto. If his father hadn't interrupted, Yeats would probably have died at noon. He didn't even bother to eat.

After having a good meal, they walked for another half an hour before arriving at the legendary small temple with great aura.I don’t know if it’s spiritual or not, but there are so many people who come to offer incense.

If there were no children to bother Yang Fuquan, he would have already ridden a fast horse to the small temple. By the time Yeats arrived, he had already inquired about the small temple.

"Brother Ye, although this temple is small, it is very effective no matter what you ask for."

With Yang Fuquan's words, Teng Yao, who was still agitated after hearing the rumors, immediately smiled happily from ear to ear, "That's good, otherwise I'd really be sorry for the two legs that traveled such a long distance."

Now that you have the aura, go and pay your respects.Anyway, Yeats didn't believe this, so she just went with the flow.Compared with the national-level temples such as Mingguang Temple and Xingye Temple on the edge of the capital, this temple is indeed small, but it is larger than the small mountain temple where the case was handled last time, especially in the lounge and backyard. Although there are no pavilions and corners , but there are many moon holes in the garden paths, with large bamboos and lush trees forming a sense of winding paths leading to seclusion, which is quite good.

After offering the incense, Teng Chong took a group of people to the backyard room to sit and have a rest, drink tea and eat some snacks.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and Yeats was a little worried, "Brother Teng, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it back to the city in time."

Teng Chong said, "Yes." He was also a little worried, but his wife and children couldn't stand it.

The little novice monk who came in to refill the tea had a smile on his face and said, "Donor, if you can't make it back in time, you can stay with us for one night. You can also go back to the city early tomorrow morning."

Then it won’t be worth it tomorrow.

Yang Fuquan said, "How about I hurry back and ask for leave?"

Yeats shook his head, "Forget it, it's just like taking an extra day off and making up for the time off when you're on duty." At most, he'll only get a few words from his immediate boss!

Now that they had decided to stay overnight, they had made up their mind and took their time. After resting, they went out for a walk.

Teng Chong went to book dinner and a room with the temple people and arranged everything.

The scenery is really good, Yeats just took it as a vacation and enjoyed it slowly.

Standing on the top of the hill and looking around, there are mountains, rivers and villages. It is indeed a scenic spot.

After three o'clock, the mountain breeze was cool, and Yeats was walking back with Teng Qi and his brothers. Just as she turned around, someone seemed to be waving to them from the bottom of the hillside.

She looked around and saw no one else, except for the two brothers Teng Qi who she was supporting.

She let go of Teng Qi's hand and pointed at the people down the hillside, meaning, "are you calling me?"
The people down the hillside nodded vigorously.

Because the small temple was built quite high, the people on the hillside looked very small. Yeats felt that she could not see clearly. She looked around again and saw that the hill was halfway up the mountain. If calculated as flat ground, the small temple would probably be It is more than ten stories high and is surrounded by steep slopes. Not only that, it is also covered with trees. The hillside where you can see people is almost [-] degrees. It is a straight steep slope with almost no trees and vegetation, so you can see people below.

Yeats's first time here, the people below would wave no matter who they saw on the hill.

Why is this so?Selling farm produce?After all, there is a village not far away from this place.

Thinking of this, Yeats waved his hand down the hillside, meaning, go ahead and do whatever you need to do.

She helped the two little boys down the hill and returned to the backyard of the small temple to prepare for dinner.

At the foot of the hillside, a thin, dark boy shook his head, "What an evil! What an evil!"

After dinner, Yeats was about to enter the room, and subconsciously turned around and asked, "Brother Teng, why did you have to drag me along today?"

"Ah..." Teng Chong was being pestered by his son to tell a story, "I don't know. When I passed by your house, I wanted to call you up."

Yes, Yeats clearly refused yesterday. As if he had lost his memory, he called her up when he passed by her house.

(End of this chapter)